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Tuesday, 9 December 2014

BLOG TOUR, REVEIW & GIVEAWAY: Dirty Secret by Emma Hart

Release
Date: Dec 1, 2014

Synopsis:

Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan
to come back.

Where she’s been for the last two and half
years is a mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now,
though, she’s back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the
same time Conner’s band Dirty B is home on a tour break.

Sofie Callahan has spent the months since
her father’s death avoiding anything to do with her home town. But with her
brother in Afghanistan, she has no choice but to return and sort out her
father’s house, even if it means facing the boy she fell in love with and
revealing the reason she left.

Conner has questions, and when his broken
heart and her guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their
present is rocky, their future unknown. Only one thing is certain:

Was a given a copy pf this in exchange for an honest review.Loved this book, loved the emotion written into and how I could relate to the characters, especially Sofie.Had a few laughs and tears and enjoyed every minute of this book....Love
your work Emma Hart have since I found The Game Series, have been
reading all your work and love how it has evolved over the years.If you love rock stars with heart then this is the book to read...

EXCERPT:

“Any
reason you’re faceplanting the wall?”

“Yup. I’m trying not to talk to you, so you
should leave before I get mad.”

“Mad at me?” Conner responds incredulously.

I stand up straight and face him. “Yes. So
go, because I don’t have the energy to be mad today.”

“What the fuck did I do?”

“Your asshole move at dinner!” The words
snap out of me. “Bringing up the pregnancy rumor. What, you think I don’t beat
myself up enough in private and I need to do it in public, too? That it?”

“You’re mad at me for something you did?
Fuck, Sof!”

“No, I’m mad at you for bringing up
somethin’ you didn’t damn well need to!” I yell. “Now I’m not in a position to
be talking about feelings but, damn, Conner! How do you think that made me
feel? I’m a bitch, I know. I’m every-fucking-thing under the sun that’s bad,
but at least save it for private!”

“I was adding to the conversation!”

“In the most asshole way ever!” I push past
him.

He grabs my arm and spins me round, his
eyes blazing. “I’m entitled to be an asshole, don’t you think, princess?”

“When we’re alone! You’re not entitled to
be an ass when your family is around!”

“I think I am! Especially when I want to
hate you so badly!”

“Then hate me!”

“I can’t! You make it fucking impossible
for me to hate you.”

“I don’t do anything!”

“You’re here! That’s it!” His nostrils
flare and he dives his hand into my hair, cupping the side of my head. “You’re
here, and it’s like nothing fucking changed. You look at me the same, you talk
to me the same, and it pisses me off because I wish you weren’t still the girl
I fell in love with.”

“I’m not her,” I protest. My skin is
tingling where he’s holding me, and there are goosebumps all over, and oh hell,
my lungs are constricting. “I’m older and I’m wiser and I’m more resilient than
she was. I’m ten times the girl you fell in love with.”

“And there’s the biggest problem,” he
breathes, his eyes pained and angry and heated all at the same time. “You’re
her but you’re not, and it’s the same but it’s not, but I still can’t hate
you.”

Shivers cascade down my spine as he pulls
me into him. I slide my fingers up his chest and around into the messy hair at
the nape of his neck, winding its softness through my fingers, kissing him
back, because I can’t not.

I’m powerless in his arms.

It’s slow and it’s easy, but then it’s hard
and it’s rough, but it’s still everything, it’s still everywhere. Until he
pulls away, and it’s nothing but a swollen memory lingering on my lips.

“I do hate you,” he growls, releasing me
fully. “I hate you because you’re still fucking mine, and I don’t want you to
be.”

And I’m cold, so cold, now that he’s not
there. The warmth that is his solid body is gone and I shiver, wrapping my arms
around my middle, desperate to alleviate it.

His chest heaves as he takes in an audible
deep breath, and I know I’ve hurt him again. But it’s the truth, he’s not mine
because I won’t let him be. I won’t tie him to me that way. I won’t open myself
to the hope of something only to end up with nothing.

Just when I think he’s going to step back,
he grabs me and tugs me to him. His lips are on me once again, searing into me.
His hands are gripping me tightly, his fingertips burning my skin.

I hold the collar of his shirt, leaning up
on tiptoes as he kisses me roughly and harshly. His hands are under my shirt,
tugging up, and mine are doing the same to him, and we part. We come back
together, bare skin against bare skin, and I wind my fingers into his hair.

He pulls me back toward the door and grabs
my thighs, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me
upstairs, his lips travelling down my neck, his fingers digging in harder and
harder, no time for tenderness.

Author Bio:

By day, New York Times and USA Today
bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum
to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass
of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she
will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity.
Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to
forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot
scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy - unless busy involves
doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.